Today I had an epiphany – In four months, I’m going to be Mrs. Oscar Velez.
“Duh,” you say.
But seriously. All these little details that I guess I forgot about in the melee of the actual planning. For instance:
– My work and home emails both have my current last name. I don’t really want to change them, mostly for contact reasons, but should I? Something I haven’t thought through quite yet..
– A woman at work who does the employee contact sheet updated my info with the new Woodstock address and put Oscar down as my contact person. I’ve never had a contact person other than my Mom. Weird.
– I’m still working on trying to sign my new last name. I’ve never been a fan of the cursive Z so I have no idea how I’ll do this. Ashley Vsquiggle?
– I’m so used to the initials being AGB. Are they now gonna be AGV? ABV? I don’t know yet. 🙁 I need to decide. I love my middle name, so I don’t know.
There’s something else that’s been bugging me. In light of the couples’/co-ed shower planning that is upon me, I’m reminded that I’m the first of my friends to get married. I’m perfectly ok with this. Honestly, I’m kinda excited that I get to be “first.” But, I worry that because I’m first, our friends won’t take into account the importance (to me, at least) of all the events. Of course, I’m not talking about the people I talk to on a weekly basis. This is people that I rarely get to talk to, but are equally as important. One daymare I have goes something like this:
A very important friend gets an invite to the shower/bachelorette party/bachelor party/something else and says, “Psh, they’re already getting married.. isn’t that enough? Woodstock is too far, I’m not trekking out there…”Gaaayyy…I’m not going to this…”
I know I’m friends with my friends for a reason, but I can’t help but think these things. I guess I’m just nervous because I want everyone there. I wouldn’t have invited them if I didn’t.
I’m not trying to be negative, I’m just nervous and anxious. Somebody tell me this is normal?